[Intro]
("Come on, go on and get down")
("Come on, go on and get down")
("Get down, get down, get down, get down")

[Chorus: Singer, Trick Daddy]
Drop the top and let the sunshine in (True sermon)
Slip-n-Slide and we at it again (Buddy Roe)
T-double-D and a couple of friends
(They say tell the truth, shame the devil)
It's quite alright, put that 'dro in the wind
(Thank God for the thugs, too)
Put that 'dro in the wind

[Verse 1: Trick Daddy, CeeLo Green]
See, I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass n***a
Collard green, neckbone-eatin'-ass n***a
Always wearin' my jeans baggy saggy
You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky
Growed up eatin' spam sandwich up
Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich
Shared a room with 'bout four mo' brothers
With one home phone, wasn't no mo' covers
A little bad motherfucker (Uh-huh)
Always rude and always in trouble
None of my teachers ain't like me (Uh-huh)
What make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me
If you growed up the way I did
You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids
(Ooh) Trick love the kids
[Chorus: Singer]
Drop the top and let the sunshine in
Slip-n-Slide and we at it again
T-double-D and a couple of friends
It's quite alright, put that 'dro in the wind
Put that 'dro in the wind

[Verse 2: Trick Daddy]
Copped me a seven-tre Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (Uh-huh)
Candy apple green, n***as lovin' this shit (Lovin' this shit)
And when I'm in it, I'll act a fool
You don't like how I'm livin'? Bitch, fuck you (Uh-huh)
That's right I'm a rude-ass n***a
Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass n***a
Weighin' at 'bout a buck six-five
And a n***a can fuck, plus the boy gets live (That's right)
You know legs, wings, and short thighs (Short thighs)
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides

[Verse 3: Cee-Lo Green, Trick Daddy]
An encore, workin' Sean John velour to the floor
He rather injure with the loaded .4-4
Be sure and acquire more 'fore you fuck with mine
Disrespect; I'll disconnect your line
With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, you get shot
The fire, the fury, you fuck with it not
The style and the grace, stay out my space and my face
'Fore me and my ace'll lay down the whole place
Recognize, wish your could verbalize
Surprise, fuckin' with me wrong ain't wise, n***a
Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds
Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a n***a know
Throw your elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose
Hoes done chose, 'cause my jewelry froze
You know how it goes, these young n***as don't want it like this
Go off and get the gat, silence the chit-chat, blast
So pass, outlast, 'bout cash
Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla
Come clean, lookin' mean, but you ain't no killa
(Ooh) (Trick love the kids)
[Chorus: Singer]
Drop the top and let the sunshine in
Slip-n-Slide and we at it again
T-double-D and a couple of friends
It's quite alright, put that 'dro in the wind
Put that 'dro in the wind

[Verse 4: Big Boi, CeeLo Green, Trick Daddy]
Look now beyond the rims and all the 'dro
The 'dro and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me choke
Like a serial killer was squeezin' on my throat box
In the clutches of danger but not a stranger on the block
Is the chiefery, reefer be blowin' my chest up
Be riding from the club trying my best not to mess up
A professor of this lyrical thang, I'll take the purist strain
Of this slang and inject it into your veins
Did your heart stop, mayne? Drop-top fade
Aviator shades with a mirror front face
Movin' through the dirty at a slow pimp's pace
Kinda like the turtle and the rabbit in the race
To the finish line, I jumped a pair of Reeboks
So bright, so fresh, snow white but no socks
Then I slip on some of that O with the wings
I bust it straight out the pack like a three-piece prophylactic
Before you splack it, you gotta prepare it and mack it
Wear your jacket or it's tragic
Not intended for any illegal purposes
Like anthrax and small pox in surplus to murder us, yeah
(Ooh) (Trick love the kids)
(Ooh) (Trick love the kids)
[Chorus: Singer]
Drop the top and let the sunshine in
Slip-n-Slide and we at it again
T-double-D and a couple of friends
It's quite alright, put that 'dro in the wind
Put that 'dro in the wind